"Huh?"

Seeing the undead monsters on the battlefield falling one after another, the soldiers on the city wall couldn't help but be startled, and then stopped attacking.

"What happened? Why did all the undead monsters fall down?"

"They seem to be all wiped out."

"So, we won?"

Faced with this inexplicable situation, many soldiers were confused and started talking in private.

"That's right! We won!" The soldier captain shouted loudly, "This is a great victory achieved by our People's Army!"

"Oh yeah!"

"Oh oh oh - victory!"

Just as someone raised his head, the soldiers on the city wall raised their weapons and burst into cheers to celebrate the victory.

"Hahaha! We won!"

Affected by the atmosphere of the scene, Kadir was also very excited. He took the initiative to reach out and pat the shoulder of the Templar beside him, preparing to enjoy the joy of victory with him.

However, after the Templar was photographed, his body began to shake and he became unsteady, and then he fell to the ground.

"Eh?!"

Seeing this situation, Kadir was shocked. He quickly squatted down to check the condition of the Templar knight.

I found that the other person was pale, had difficulty breathing, and was extremely weak. It was very difficult to even lift his hands, and he felt like he was exhausted.

"Lord Knight, are you okay?" Kadir asked anxiously, "Did I do something to make you so weak?"

"No, it's none of your business."

The Templar replied with difficulty: "When the undead monster fell just now, the magic power in my body was suddenly drained inexplicably, and there was no trace left. The magic power was exhausted... This is the real reason why I fell."

After saying that, the Templar closed his mouth, and it seemed that he was struggling to even speak.

Mana depleted?

To be honest, Kadir didn't have much magic power in his body, so he couldn't understand what it was like to be depleted of magic power.

However, now seeing the usually powerful Templar lying on the ground so uncomfortably, Kadir knew very well that he must be sent to a medical hospital as soon as possible.

"No! The Templars have fallen!"

“It’s available here too!”

"So are the members of the Demon Sniper Team here."

"Not good! Our commander-in-chief, Lord Jarvis, also fell down due to physical discomfort!"

It seems that this kind of phenomenon is by no means an isolated case. People have fallen down due to depletion of magic power in other places, and even the top commander has suffered.

This sudden change extinguished the enthusiastic atmosphere that they had just thought of as victory. As more and more people fell, the soldiers fell into chaos for a while.

At this time, there is an urgent need for a senior military officer to take the initiative to stabilize the morale of the military, command the scene, and handle problems in a timely manner.

"Everyone, don't panic!"

Standing up, Qadir took over this important task without hesitation and issued orders to the soldiers present.

"One characteristic of people who feel unwell is that they have more magic power in their bodies. Most of us should be fine. There is only one thing to do now, and that is to quickly send all those who have fallen to the medical hospital.

!”

"Yes!" the soldiers responded in unison.

"In addition, some soldiers should be left to continue to monitor the north. Have we won the victory? It's hard to say. What if this is a plot by the Qazis? We must always be vigilant! This is what His Majesty often teaches us."

"clear!"

After someone took over the command, order at the scene was quickly restored, and the soldiers hurriedly took action in accordance with Qadir's instructions.

Problems are not limited to the Auroville battlefield. People or monsters have fallen due to depletion of magic power in various parts of the world. This is the super-large-scale chaos caused by the disappearance of magic power after the death of a god, and it is also the beginning of a catastrophe.

Fajialan Alliance, on the east bank of the Foro River, there are three flying warships flying in the sky.

Deep in the power room of each flying warship, there is a very thick energy supply pillar, which is embedded with various magic stones of different sizes and emits a faint light.

Among them, the most eye-catching ones are undoubtedly the four largest cyan magic stones in the middle of the pillars, each of which is as big as an adult.

Those four magic stones are flying magic stones that the Sorcerous Kingdom of Bigris spent countless efforts to develop. They are an important driving force for the flying warship to take off smoothly. Each one is extremely precious.

At this time, there was a staff member in front of the energy supply column who was carefully checking the status of each magic stone on it.

This staff member does not have magic power and is not a magician. The reason why he was able to work on the flying warship is because his work attitude is extremely serious and careful, and he is very suitable for this type of inspection work.

"Um...huh?"

During the inspection, the staff member suddenly discovered that something was wrong. The light of the magic stone was quickly dimming.

"Master Magician, there is a situation!"

However, after shouting, the staff did not receive any response.

"Sir?" He had no choice but to call again.

Seeing several magic stones on the energy supply pillar lose their light and immediately turn into a pile of dust and fall to the ground, he suddenly realized that the situation might be worse than he imagined.

So, the staff member hurriedly turned around and walked quickly to the power room workbench, shouting loudly: "Mr. Magician, the situation is very urgent!"

Arriving near the workbench, the staff was surprised to find that several magicians on duty had all fallen to the ground. One of them stretched out his hand towards him with difficulty and shouted "Help me".

"What's going on?!"

Seeing this, the staff hurriedly walked over, helped up the magician nearest to them, and asked: "Master Magician, are you okay?"

The magician held the other person's hand and replied weakly: "The magic...is exhausted."

At the same time, most of the magic stones on the energy supply column turned into dust and scattered on the ground.

Without the power support of the magic stone, the three flying warships that the Sorcerous Kingdom of Bigris was proud of teetered precariously at high altitudes and crashed into the wilderness one after another, causing a large number of casualties on board.

This is the most serious accident that the Sorcerous Kingdom of Bigris has encountered since its founding, and many precious and top magician talents lost their lives as a result.

Holy Theocracy of Caleb, Holy City, Central Cathedral.

The new Pope Freya Ludis Laev XXIV slumped weakly in her seat.

Angelica, who was performing escort duties nearby, saw this and planned to go over and help Freya up, but she fell to the ground weakly after taking only a few steps.

Those who served the Pope were all carefully selected senior priests, and they also fell to the ground one after another.

"Lady Freya..."

Angelica, who fell to the ground, stretched out her hands with difficulty, trying to crawl to her beloved.

"Uh... it came so suddenly." Freya looked up at the ceiling, "It turns out that the exhaustion of magic power is so uncomfortable... If it is true as King Wells said, this should be something that the world must go through before entering the era without magic power.

A labor pain.”

Then, she slowly turned her head and looked tenderly at Angelica, who was also weak not far away.
Chapter completed!